Smallhouse Log

Monday, kind of

• Things not to fear: Death.
• Things of which there are too many: Jumpy junkie thugs.
• Things that, can't you feel them, they're buried deep inside us: Spiders.
• Things that are catching on, catching on fire; things that are catching on fire: Everything, everything; everything.

I lay down to read a bit on Sunday afternoon and woke up at one am, went back to sleep, and woke up at one am. That first time, I musta been dreamin'. Whoops.

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